Giovanni 's POV
I walk through the kitchen and sigh as the images of last night replay in my mind. We f****d three more times after I found out it was her. I left that hotel feeling ashamed of myself; I f****d her even though I know it's wrong. I groan and check the time. It's about 2:00 pm, which means she'll be arriving soon to cook, and by the way, my c**k hardens when I think of her, dinner will be quite the challenge. I walk to the liquor cabinet, grab a scotch, pour some, and take a sip to calm my nerves. Just then, the doorbell chimes; I sigh; here we go, this is probably her. I look down at my pants; well, at least I don't have an erection. I down the rest of my scotch put the glass in the sink and hurried to the door as the doorbell chimes again. I pull it open.
"Hi, Giova
